Not my style.
So Adam thinks it would be sweet if the four of us - me, Lindsay, him and Paulina - got a place near campus. He talked to Paulina about it and she's all for it. So me and Adam were talking in class today about some places to consider, and we both want to live at University Commons. It's this big complex not too far from the school. There's always parties and crazy stuff going on over there, and the apartments are really nice. Really expensive, but with four of us to split the costs, why couldn't we swing it?
The only thing is, everyone wants to live at University Commons. So it's hard to get in there at certain times. You'd really have to get your app in early before the fall semester starts. We decided to go by there on lunch hour and see if they were anticipating any vacancies. We found out they were and they showed us this spacious and totally sweet apartment that's going to be available in the summer. Visions of house parties were dancing in our heads. But
The Beginning of the End
So it is first period yet again and I am getting rather bored. That is because I do not have Frank to talk to. You see, he is writing notes with Jamia right now.
I am doing my best to maintain my decorum.
I mean, Frank should be friends with whoever he wants to, and I suppose if he wants to befriend an untrustworthy boyfriend-stealer, there is not much I can do to stop him. There is, however, plenty I can do to stop her. And I plan on putting my foot down on Jamia shortly.
She has been chumming it up with the love of my life ever since we got back together. Oh, she claims that she just wants to be his friend. But I am sure it's not just his mind that she's wanting to get friendly with, if you catch my drift. I have been watching her, in case I should have to step in and put her in her place. And her place in Frank's life is nowhere, let me tell you. Not as long as I have anything to say about it.
The rumor mill has it that she is going to the prom
The past couple weeks have been crazy. Dexter Masterson has been making my life hell on a regular basis. He hasn't killed me yet, but he has shoved me into lockers, tripped me in the middle of the cafeteria, pushed me down the front steps, and slit the tires on my car. Though I can't really prove it, I know that was him. Just like it was also him who wrote 'FAGGOT' on my back windshield in pink spray paint.
It really sucks that guys like Dexter get away with everything. There just never seems to be enough evidence to get him on anything that he does. Plus everyone just found out that he's going to be playing for Notre Dame on a full scholarship. He's like the school celebrity now.
I don't care if he was on SportsCenter on ESPN last Sunday, he's still a fuckface, and I still have not forgotten what he did to Lindsay. That bothered me more than anything he's ever done to me. So I had Geoffrey Simms, one of the nerdiest boys at The Nerd Table, hack into Masterson's
Who's the man?
I already knew that Lindsay had her "girl appointment" that morning, she had told me the night before. So I was expecting her to show up around lunch-time, based on what she'd told me. I was unaware that I kept looking around for her, until Adam brought it to my attention.
"Who are you looking for? The height fairy?" Adam joked.
"No, but I heard the penis enlargement fairy was coming by for you," I retorted. This made Patrick laugh. It's too bad, though, that it sent Adam on one of his tangents about his "huge" equipment. God, Paulina never should've told him that and given him an ego problem. He started telling us this story about how he almost choked Paulina with it twice the night before when she was going down on him. The story was made complete by facial expressions and dramatic reenactments. I found it all completely hilarious, but I was still pretty jealous that I had yet to experience the joy of oral sex.
"So, see, Frankie boy," Adam grinned, concludin
My mom didn't talk much on the way to the doctor. But she didn't seem angry, she seemed....sad. I don't see why she should be sad about what I do with my body. It's my life.
I certainly wasn't sad that morning. I was ecstatic, thinking of Frank and how it felt to just sleep in the arms of someone I cared so much about. He is obviously perfect, from his soft dark hair to his adorable feet. (Yes, I have checked out his feet. I have checked out everything on Frank Iero's body, and let me assure you - it's good!) I love all of the things that make Frank...well...Frank. His infectious giggly laugh, the way his eyes change colors from amber to olive to a warm expresso. The look in his eyes when he's concerned, or when he is happy. The look in his eyes when he is making love. I like the arch of his eyebrows. I really like his hands. And I like the beauty mark on his left cheek. He hates it and calls it "The Mole." He says it with a touch of disdain as if it wer
Caught in the act
Oh my God, I have never seen my mother more upset in my life than when she found me in bed with Frank!
But wait, forget how she felt, let's talk about how I felt. Mortified! That's how I felt! I mean, no one wants to be in the middle of a blissful intimate moment like that with their future life partner and get caught by their crazy parent!!!!
I mean, thank God we were at least under a sheet, or else Linda would have gotten a full view of my va-jay-jay and some parts on her baby boy that she probably hasn't seen since he was in Kindergarten. I think it's fairly safe to say that Frank probably doesn't want his mom looking at Mr. Perfect nowadays.
They both started yelling at us at the same time and it was hard to even tell what they were saying. But we were able to catch some random phrases leading us to the understanding that essentially we were in deep shit.
They left us alone so that we could get dressed, thank God, and Frank's mom seemed to have calmed